Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Qingxuan Sect, the thousand-year-old sword tomb.

It was pitch dark inside the cave, not even a single star could be seen, and water was dripping from the walls on both sides.

At the end of the cave is a naturally formed mine with more than a dozen towering stone pillars standing in it. On top of each pillar sits an old man with gray hair and beard.

Not far from the stone pillar, countless dim fairy swords were inserted there. It was estimated that there were at least several thousand fairy swords of strange shapes and sizes sealed here.

When Leng Qianning approached, the elders on the stone pillars all opened their eyes, waved their robes, and saluted: "Greetings, Senior Sister Leng."

Leng Qianning glanced at them and sighed, "My fellow disciples, you have not been able to improve your cultivation even a little bit over the years."

Ever since the last sect competition, the elders of Jianzhong have been practicing in seclusion, but their cultivation has not improved at all over the years.

This is enough to show that it is impossible for them to improve their cultivation even a little bit.

It won’t be long before it completely disappears in the long river of history.

The Great Elder of Jianzhong came over and also sighed, "Senior Sister, we are all dying people. Now we are able to protect the immortal swords accumulated by the sect for thousands of years. It is already very good. We don't force ourselves to improve our cultivation."

Their duty is to guard the immortal sword in the sword tomb, and the rest are just trivial matters.

Even this group of elders have already understood that with their strength and talent, it would be impossible for them to make any breakthroughs in the future, so they might as well use the rest of their lives to guard the sect's sword tomb.

Leng Qianning nodded, and then spoke again: "I came here this time for the things that my master left behind. Now that I have broken through the thunder tribulation, I am able to see it."

The Great Elder did not reject Leng Qianning this time. He slightly turned sideways and immediately looked at the many elders sitting on the pillars. He nodded and said, "Let's get started."

The elders looked at each other without saying much, but at the same time, they clasped their hands together, and surging spiritual energy burst out from their bodies, and a powerful shock wave swept over.

The originally dim stone pillars suddenly lit up, completely illuminating the dark sword tomb. The colors corresponding to each stone pillar were completely different. The moment several rays of light merged together, the entire Qingxuan Sect began to tremble violently.

The Great Elder said, "Senior Sister, our master left behind two things. We don't know what they are, but it seems that our master already knew that two genius disciples would appear in the Qingxuan Sect."

Hearing this, Leng Qianning was subconsciously stunned. If this was true, then what level of strength did the master reach back then?

Are there really only scattered immortals?
If this is true, why can she peek into the future, and how does she know that two cultivators in the Thunder Tribulation Realm will appear in her Qingxuan Sect in the future?
When the light pillars completely merged together, a raging flame suddenly burned in the sky, and when the flame was burning fiercely, thunder suddenly exploded in the sky.

At this moment, a white-haired old man in a plain robe stood on the top of the mountain. The breeze blew, and his clothes fluttered, as if he had merged with the world.

His eyes were as deep as a pool, revealing the wisdom accumulated over the years. His face was gaunt, but he had an otherworldly temperament, like an immortal, and his immortal style was admirable.

The old man, leaning on a cane, slowly appeared in everyone's sight. His steps were slow but steady and powerful. His silver hair sparkled in the sun, and his brows were full of indifference and tranquility.

He stood tall and straight. Although he was old, he had an air of transcendence, as if he was not of this world. His immortal demeanor was amazing. His eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was serene. The air around him seemed to become peaceful and tranquil because of him. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves on him, adding a mysterious glow to him, as if he was an immortal from ancient times.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions froze, and then their eyes were filled with fiery colors, and they immediately knelt on the ground.

The old man with a sage-like demeanor stroked his beard, looked at the people in front of him, nodded and smiled, "After so many years, I am still able to see our disciples."

"Master, are you still alive?" Everyone in the Qingxuan Sect knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces. Even Leng Qianning had wet eyes at this moment.

The old man raised his hand slightly, motioning everyone to stand up, and said in a gentle but powerful voice: "Don't be so sad, my existence is a blessing for Qingxuan Sect. Although I have experienced many hardships over the years, I have never given up my concern for Qingxuan Sect."

Everyone stood up slowly, staring at the old man intently, as if they were afraid that he would disappear again.

The old man looked around, his eyes full of emotion: "Qingxuan Sect is where all our efforts are. Now seeing you all full of vigor and vitality, I am very pleased."

Leng Qianning took a step forward and asked softly, "Master, where have you been all these years? Why haven't I seen you for so long?"

The old man sighed slightly and said slowly: "In pursuit of a higher realm of Tao, I stepped into that endless dangerous land. After going through countless hardships and obstacles, I am back today."

Everyone listened to the old man's story quietly, and their admiration for him grew stronger.

The old man paused for a moment, and then said: "Now, this is just the soul power that I left behind back then, and it was also for the purpose of witnessing the sect's disciples breaking through the realm of thunder tribulation."

"Ning'er, I didn't expect you to break through the Thunder Tribulation Realm so quickly. Your teacher is very pleased."

Leng Qianning's eyes slightly reddened when he heard this. He took a step forward and said respectfully, "Master, I dare not forget your teachings in the past. I have been practicing diligently, just to live up to the sect's expectations."

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes full of admiration. "It is a great fortune for our Qingxuan Sect to have the rise of younger generations like you. Breaking through the thunder tribulation is a difficult and dangerous journey. You must guard against arrogance and impatience and keep moving forward."

Everyone gathered around the old man and listened quietly to his instructions.

Although the old man's soul power is not as strong as his physical body, he still exudes majesty and wisdom. "Although I am just a soul, I will give you guidance at the critical moment. The future of Qingxuan Sect is in your hands."

One disciple couldn't help but ask: "Master, how can we better improve our strength and expand our sect?"

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "On the path of cultivation, one must have no distractions and stick to one's original intention. Only by uniting as one and helping each other can one gain a firm foothold in this ever-changing world."

The sun shines through the clouds and falls on the palace of Qingxuan Sect. The figure of the old man seems more illusory in the light, but it also gives people a sense of firm strength.

The people's hearts were ablaze with fighting spirit. They knew that with the protection of their master's soul, they would work tirelessly for the glory of Qingxuan Sect. (End of this chapter)